Okay, so I realized that Isobel had Elena before she got with Alaric but for the sake of my story let's say Isobel had an affair with John while with Alaric, that way it makes sense that Alaric and Isobel had Alison before Isobel and John had Elena. Okay? Okay! XD
HPuni101: Thanks. And I don't know I guess we'll see as the story progresses
xRachealxBrowniex: aw, thanks. And to be honest neither would I until I started to mummify, it'd hurt like a bitch. XD
Alison walked out onto the front porch seeing Elena sitting on the porch swing, her journal laid out on her lap as she left a voicemail for Bonnie. With a small smile she sat down on the swing across from her younger sister.
"Come home soon. Love you." Elena ended the voicemail, hanging up to look up at her sister.
"How's Bonnie?" She asked gently, pulling her legs up to her chest and resting her chin on her knees. Elena shrugged setting her phone down beside her.
"I don't know. But her grandma just died, I don't expect her to be okay." Elena admitted. Alison nodded silently. That's when there aunt Jenna walked up onto the porch with a small smile.
"What are you two doing out here? It's cold." Jenna asked her two nieces. Alison chuckled, resting her head sideways on her knees to look up at her aunt.
"Talking with my sister," Alison smirked slightly. "I'm cool like that."
"Thinking, writing," Elena admitted with a shrug. "The, uh, funeral or Bonnie's grandma, it brought back a lot about mom and dad," Elena suddenly looked up at her aunt curiously. "I was wondering…. You said that you would do some digging about them, the adoption."
"Right." Jenna gave a curt nod. Alison arched an eyebrow.
"Why was I not informed of this digging." Jenna sighed motioning for the girls to follow.
"Come inside." Elena and Alison stood up following Jenna into the much warmer house. Jenna took a seat at the dining table pulling out her laptop as Elena and Alison stood behind her, peering over the older woman's shoulder at the screen.
"Your dad kept everything from his medical practice- records, logs, old appointment books," Jenna informed the two teenagers pulling out a journal and opening it, showing them the pages. "I found an entry from both nights that you two were born. A patient and a birth date. Isobel Peterson."
"Do you think that's her real name?" Elena questioned curiously, as Alison scanned over the writing.
"Pregnant runaway? Probably not. First name maybe, but where'd she get Peterson? Classmate? Best friend? So I binged it," Jenna pulled up the internet search bar and typed a name in. "I searched for all the Petersons in this area born the same year as Isobel, found 3- r men and a woman, Trudie, who lived in Grove Hill, Virginia."
"That's just an hour's drive." Alison muttered glancing over at her sister's hopeful eyes sadly.
"Well, watch this." Jenna held up a finger before typing something else into the search engine and pulled up a picture of two teenage girls in high school.
"Isobel," Elena whispered looking at the picture with a smile. "She was a cheerleader."
"Trudie still lives there," She handed a post-it note with an address scribbled on it to Elena and looked between her two nieces. "This is her address."
"What about Isobel?" Elena questioned, and Alison bit her lip, knowing she'd never find Isobel because according to Alaric she was dead.
"I couldn't find anything about her." Elena looks way disheartened as she drops into the seat, Alison quickly went over and sat next to her younger sister placing a hand over Elena's comfortingly.
"Elena," Elena looked up at her sister. "Um, there's something you should know, about Mr. Saltzman" Alison said hesitantly. Elena nodded, her face crunching in confusion. "He's my biological father, and his wife, my biological mother, her name was also Isobel."
"Wait. Was as in…" Elena trailed off.
"She died. She was killed and they never solved the case." Alison opened her mouth to respond but her phone went of playing 'Fallen Angel' She sighed looking down at the message from Damon and sighed. "I have to go, but I'll talk to you later."
…
A little later upstairs in her bedroom Elena was putting somethings away and she was talking with Stefan about the news she had learned earlier.
"Alaric's wife might have been your mother?" Stefan questioned from behind his girlfriend.
"It can't be true right?" Elena sighed "The coincidence of both mine and Alison's birth mom is just crazy," She turned to the Salvatore holding up the post it Jenna had given her earlier. "I have the address for her friend Trudie."
"You wanna talk to her?" Stefan questioned gently.
"I don't know. I… I-I don't know," Elena admitted, stuttering slightly. "If it's true, and they are the same person, that means that my birth mother is dead, and I don't know if I could handle that."
"Elena, did Alison tell you anything about Alaric's wife? How she died?" Stefan asked taking a step closer.
"Just that she died and that the case was never solved," Stefan nods having already known this, Elena cocks an eyebrow at the fact that her boyfriend didn't look surprised. "You knew that already?"
"The night at the school when he attacked me, he told Alison and I some things about her death, about her adoption." Stefan admitted.
"well-" Elena started but Stefan quickly cut her off.
"No, no," He gently took her hands bending slightly so he could look into her eyes. "It's not possible. The coincidence is- it's too much. Now, listen, if you decide to go talk to Isobel's friend, I'll go with you. Okay?"
"I just don't know what I'm gonna do yet, I haven't even talked to Alison about going to talk to her yet." Elena admitted. Stefan nodded pulling his girlfriend into a loving embrace.
"I should get going. I gotta go deal with Damon." Stefan spoke, pulling out of the embrace. Elena nodded in understanding.
"How's he doing?" She asked curiously.
"He's dealing… in his own way." He explained to his girlfriend.
…
Alison walked into the Salvatore boarding house immediately hit with the smell of booze and blood, and the whole house shook with music.
I am machine
I never sleep
I keep my eyes wide open
I am machine
A part of me
Wishes I could just feel something
I am machine
I never sleep
Until I fix what's broken
I am machine
A part of me
Wishes I could just feel something
Alison walked into the living room area of the room to see Damon dancing with three girls, each only wearing bras and shorts. Damon was in the midst of feeding of one with crazy curly hair. Alison stood just behind the couch, crossing her arms with a sigh.
"Three Days Grace. Nice choice." Damon look up from the college girl and smirked when he saw it was Alison.
"Ali-cat!" He shouted with a large smirk, moving the girl he was just drinking from aside. Alison rolled her eyes, taking in the blood that dripped carelessly down his chin and onto his exposed chest, having had his button up unbuttoned. "Glad you could join the party."
"Are you okay?" She asked gently as the Salvatore approached her with a bottle of bourbon in hand.
"Just peachy," He smirked. He grabbed a clean glass and filled it with bourbon, soppily spilling it over the sides of the glass. "Drink up," He handed her the glass which she accepted with a sigh, taking a large gulp of the amber liquid.
"Join me." He held out a hand. She opened her mouth to speak but Damon quickly shushed her pulling the smaller girl straight into his bare chest.
"Damon." She spoke in a warning tone, glancing up into his mesmerizing blue eyes.
"Alison," he mocked her tone turning away from her. "You know you want to, I'm irresistible." He turned back to the girl with a smirk, wiggling an eyebrow suggestively. Alison sighed.
"Fine." She set her glass down and walked down into the sunken area of the room. Suddenly Damon flashed in front of her.
"You gotta take off your shirt first." He pointed down to her black and grey flannel with a smirk.
"Excuse me?" She arched an eyebrow. Damon held up his hands in surrender.
"It's party rules." Alison stayed in her spot her arms crossed as she narrowed her eyes up at Damon, but his smirk never faltered. Finally she sighed, taking a step back and undid the buttons on her shirt letting it hang open so her black bra underneath showed.
"Now, are you okay?" She asked once more looking up into Damon's blue eyes sincerely worried about him.
"You're worried about me. That's nice. Don't be," His smirk dropped into a serious look before his smirk returned. "There's no need. I'm fine why wouldn't I be?"
"Maybe because after 145 years of pining after one girl you found out that she doesn't care about you." Alison offered, crossing her arms. Damon narrowed his eyes slightly but still kept a smirk in place.
"Correction. I spent the last 145 years with one goal; get into the tomb. I succeeded. Granted, Katherine wasn't there to be rescued, but why dwell?" Alison gave the man an exasperated look but he paid it no mind.
"You know, it's so liberating not having a master plan, because I can do whatever the hell I want?" He ended in a whisper leaning in closer to Alison with each word. She flickered her brown eyes across his face before taking a step back and crossing her arms subconsciously.
"That's kinda what I'm afraid of Damon." She admitted in a small whisper.
"I haven't killed anyone in…" He trailed of with a sigh and frowned a bit. "Too long."
"That's a good thing," She reminded him. Damon rolled his eyes waving the girl off. "What about those?" She gestured to the three girls in the living room, her nose crunching in disgust, causing Damon to smirk.
"Will end up in their dorm with headaches, think they blacked out," Damon shrugged taking a step closer to Alison, she took a step back wanting to keep space between them only to have her back hit a wall.
"See, I can be good." He whispered trapping her against the wall, one hand trapping her in the other playing with the end of her flannel. Alison kept a straight face, trying not to let any of her emotions show as she arched an eyebrow.
"Being good's overrated." She shrugged stiffly. Damon smirked slightly, his eyes flickering to her red coated lips. Suddenly a throat was cleared behind them. Alison glanced over Damon's shoulder to see Stefan standing there and quickly began to button up her top.
"Oh no, it's buzzkill bob." Damon groaned pushing himself away from Alison to look over at his brother. Stefan's eyes flickered between Damon and Alison his brows furrowing in jealousy but he didn't say anything.
"Can we talk?" He questioned Alison motioning over to the kitchen. Alison glanced at Damon who only waved them off going back over to his three college students. Alison nodded at Stefan and the two moved into the kitchen.
"What are you doing?" Stefan asked once they in the confines of the Salvatore kitchen. Alison shrugged hopping up on the counter and grabbing an apple out of the fruit basket.
"Checking up on him, making sure he doesn't do anything reckless." She answered like it was obvious smirking slightly at the younger Salvatore. Stefan sighed.
"And has he? Done anything reckless." Alison tossed the apple up into the air carelessly and leant back on one hand.
"Nope. And he won't, I promise," She gave Stefan a serious look biting into the apple, her red lipstick smudging against the red apple skin. Stefan sighed, pushing hands into his pockets as he looked away from Alison and to the ground.
"What is it?" She asked, her nose crunching in curiosity.
"Yes, brother, spill it." Both glanced over to Damon who was casually leaning against the wall waiting for his brother to speak. Alison then shifted her gaze back to Stefan in curiosity.
"There was a young woman you may have known a few years back named Isobel in North Carolina at Duke." Stefan crossed his arms as he spoke to his brother. Now Alison was even more curious, what was he aiming for bringing up Isobel like this?
"You wanna discuss the women in my past right now? Seriously?" Alison bit her lip at Damon's tone.
"Maybe. He's right Stef." Alison tried, but Stefan only ignored her.
"You killed her." Stefan added bluntly causing Alison to sigh.
"What's your point?" Damon questioned.
"I just- I just wanna know if you remember anything about her." Stefan explained.
"Oh, it's like a needle in a haystack Stefan." Damon said in a duh voice. Alison glanced between the two brothers and bit her lip.
"Isobel Fleming doesn't ring a bell," She offered causing both brothers to look at her. "Nothing."
"Seriously, you two." Damon pouted a bit at the fact Alison was siding with Stefan on this. Alison rolled her eyes, knowing she wasn't going to get anywhere with him.
"Think hard. It's important." Stefan pressed. Damon grasped his younger brother's shoulders.
"Nothing is important, not anymore." He whispered before clapping a hand onto his brother's shoulder and grabbing the liquor bottle form off the counter. "Great chat. I have to go and exploit some women in the name of grief, which I'm sure you understand." He smirked at Alison before walking back over to the girls.
Stefan and Alison shared a look to which Alison only shrugged and hoped off the counter to leave.
…
Just outside the Mystic Grill Jenna and Alaric were hanging up a banner for the Founder's fundraiser that would go on this afternoon.
"I don't know. It's just weird, you know, me being raffled off like a Disney Cruise." Alaric joked, speaking of how he was to be auctioned off as a bachelor this afternoon.
"In this town, fundraising is like indentured servitude. You don't have a choice. Besides, you're a bachelor, and you're eligible, so there you go." Jenna explained as she attempted to hang up the banner. Alaric smirked slightly as she struggled.
"Here. Let me help you with this." Alaric hung up the banner flawlessly causing Jenna to smile up at him. Alaric leant in and gave her a kiss on the lips. As he pulled away Jenna sighed.
"I can't believe I'm gonna do this." She muttered.
"What?" Alaric questioned confused.
"I'm totally going to ruin this moment, but I—I have to tell you. Um, Alison and Elena have recently found out that they're adopted, and Alison told me that you… are her father." Jenna said hesitantly. Alaric sighed looking away from the girl in front of him.
"I was- I was gonna tell you, but I wanted to talk to Alison first." Jenna nodded quickly.
"And I totally understand that, but Elena, she's been looking for her birth mother… and her name's Isobel." Jenna continued, wringing her hands nervously.
"Isobel? Like my wife?" Jenna nodded causing him to sigh. "She… After she gave up Alison I grew distant from her and so she started hanging out with some guy."
"Who?" Jenna asked curiously, Alaric only shook his head.
"I don't know, but she got pregnant. She told me she- that she got rid of it. But I guess not." Alaric looked away growing uncomfortable with the conversation.
"I'm sorry." Jenna reached out a hand comfortingly but he backed away.
"I, uh- I'm gonna go. Yeah, I'm gonna- gonna go." Alaric awkwardly walked away causing Jenna to let out a heavy sigh.
…
Later in the town Square Stefan is pacing the floor waiting for something, when Alaric walked up to him.
"Thanks for meeting me," Stefan gave a curt nod so the history teacher continued. "Something came up."
"Jenna told you." Stefan deduced seeing the looked on the older man's face.
"Yeah." Alaric muttered.
"So it's true. Your wife Isobel was not only Alison's birth mom but Elena's also." Stefan stated more than asked.
"What does Elena know?" Alaric asked curiously. Stefan sighed crossing his arms.
"About your wife?" Stefan clarified.
"About everything. About you, your brother, Alison."
"She knows what I am, and what her sister is, and she knows you know about Vampires." Stefan informed him.
"Does she know about Damon and Isobel?" Alaric asked, talking about Elena since Alison already knew about that history.
"No. I couldn't tell her, not until I was sure. Alison knows not to tell her as well." Stefan explained seriously.
"You said you'd help me." Alaric spoke fiercely, taking a step forward.
"I asked Damon without saying too much. He doesn't remember." Stefan spoke, not backing down.
"Ask him again." Alaric demanded impatiently.
"Damon is not stable right now, the best I can do is have Alison ask him." Stefan offered with a shrug. Damon's always included Alison in on his plans he was sure Alison could get him to fess up.
"You know, he murdered my wife, or at the very least made a meal of her? When has he been stable? I don't want Alison anywhere near him." Alaric spoke furiously, though Stefan didn't flinch.
"Then don't push it."
"Give me a reason not to." Alaric demanded.
"Your survival. How's that for a reason?" Stefan offered and when Alaric didn't say anything else he continued. "I'll handle it, but for now, I need you to let it go."
"Is that what you'll tell Elena? Let it go?" Alaric questioned. Stefan took a step closer menacingly, their forms barely two inches apart.
"Leave Elena out of this?" Stefan spoke threateningly.
"I need to know what happened. I think you would too." Stefan let out a breath to calm himself and took a step back from the history teacher.
"I need something more than just your wife's name. A picture, something I could show Damon." Alaric wasted no time in pulling out his wallet and retrieving an old photo from it. He hands it to Stefan who happily accepts it. Noticing someone walking out of the grill he perked up and headed over to the brunette quickly.
Alison got into her car, slamming the front door shut behind her only to jump when she saw Stefan sitting in the passenger seat.
"Stefan, you scared me." She let out a deep breath placing a hand over her chest. Stefan chuckled slightly before his brows furrowed a little. "What's wrong?" Alison asked noticing his sudden change.
"I, uh, I need you to do something for me." He looked up at Alison with a serious face causing Alison to arch an eyebrow.
"What?"
"You remember the conversation I had with Damon this morning, about Isobel?" Stefan questions as he pulled out a folded paper from his jacket pocket. Alison only nodded peering at the paper curiously.
"Can you try asking him? You'll probably have better luck getting it out of him." Stefan explained handing her the photo. Alison took it and let her eyes scan over the picture of her birth mom with a frown.
"What makes you think he'll tell me?" Alison pulled her gaze away from the photo and looked up at Stefan questioningly.
"Because he's spiraling and the only one I believe can do anything about that is you, as much as I don't like that." Stefan said seriously. Before Alison could question what he had said the Salvatore left the car, leaving Alison to sit there in silence.
She sighed tucking the photo into her back pocket and pulled out of the Mystic Grill parking lot.
…
Later at the Salvatore boarding house Alison entered, having gotten another text from Damon telling her to come over. She peered into the empty bedroom confused.
"Damon?" She called as she walked inside.
"Present." He walked out of the bathroom only in some pants with a smirk. Alison rolled her eyes placing a hand on her hip.
"You look…" She railed off, biting her lip
"Dashing? Gorgeous? Irresistible?" He listed off walking closer to the girl with each word until the space between them was gone. Alison sighed, taking a step back and placing a hand on his chest to keep him from closing the gap again.
"I was gonna say exposed." She told him, going to retract her hand from his bare chest, but Damon quickly placed a hand over hers keeping her smaller hand their and pulling her closer.
"Do you know that I am one of Mystic Falls most eligible bachelors?" He whispered with a smirk, tucking some of her loose curls behind her ear. Alison peered up into his eyes with an arched eyebrow.
"What did you call me over for?" Alison asked with a sigh, knowing he wasn't going to tell her.
"Can't I just invite you over because I like your presence?" Alison rolled her eyes yanking her hand out of Damon's grasp and crossing her arms. Damon only smirked pulling a button up on over his shoulder's looking into the mirror.
"Stefan?" Alison looked over to see her sister enter the room curiously.
"Better. Me." Damon replied cockily, glancing at the younger Gilbert through the mirror. Alison rolled her eyes before glancing at her sister curiously.
"What're you doing here?"
"I'm just meeting Stefan. We're going to the fundraiser." She answered with a shrug of her shoulders. Over by the mirror Damon as struggling with buttoning up his shirt so he turns to Alison.
"Help a guy out, will you? Can't get this." He gestured to the button of his shirt. Alison sighed and walked over to Damon. She grabbed the front of his shirt and began buttoning it up. Elena watched as Damon's eyes racked over Alison's entire form and rolled her eyes.
"So did you hear the news?" Alison asked, glancing up at Damon trying to make conversation. "Elena and I might have the same birth mom."
"Ecch, who cares?" Both Alison and Elena looked up at him slightly hurt by his comment. "She left you both. She sucks." Damon added with a slight smirk causing Alison to smile slightly.
"Stefan. There you are." Alison turned around at her sister's words to see Stefan walk in and over to Elena. Damon begins pulling on his jacket.
"Uhh. I need a bigger jacket. Wow. You know, an occasional sorority girl might, um, you know, help fill you out a little bit," Damon tossed the jacket onto the bed. Alison rolled her eyes with a small smirk at his words.
"Come on Ali." Damon motions for her to follow as he leaves. She went to follow when Stefan caught her arm.
"You're going to ask him right?" He questioned his eyebrows furrowing together. Alison nodded.
"I got it, Stefan." Alison glanced at Stefan and Elena before ducking out of the room after the Salvatore. She caught up with him as she began to descend down the stairwell and looked up at him curiously.
"You're allowed to be upset you know, you don't have to hide it. From me at least." The two stopped at the bottom of the stairs and Damon glanced down at her with a blank look on his face, Alison only stared back up at him her smile never faltering.
"I'm just fine, Alison, thanks for the concern." He gave a sarcastic smile before grabbing a larger jacket off the hook. Alison sighed, crossing her arms, suddenly getting serious.
"Fine," Damon peered at the girl curiously as she pulled out a photo from her pocket and handed it to him. "That's Isobel Fleming. The woman you killed in North Carolina. Ring a bell now?" She questioned.
"Who wants to know?" Damon looked at her with narrowed eyes.
"I do. She was my birth mom," She shrugged. Damon's demeanor changed slightly as his blue eyes bored into her own chocolate orbs. "I won't get mad. It's in the past, before I knew you, before I even knew I was adopted. I just want to know if you remember her."
Damon didn't move as his eyes flickered from the photo to the girl in front of him his eyes scanning over her features before he finally shrugged.
"Sorry, don't know her."
"Damon," Alison called his name sternly as he turned to walk away. He stopped and looked back at her expectantly. "If you're lying to me and you actually do remember her, then I will be mad."
"Okay, mom," Damon spoke sarcastically rolling his eyes. "I remember. She came to me all pathetic like and basically begged me to turn her into a vampire. Had some sick obsession."
"And did you…" Alison trailed off biting her lip. "Did you turn her?"
"Yes," Damon sighed out. Alison let out a deep breath and crossed her arms, her eyes glued to the floor. "Come on, you said you wouldn't get mad." Damon whispered towering over her when she didn't speak.
"I'm not mad. Just… shocked." Damon tucked her hair behind her ears causing the girl to look up at him.
"Come on, we got a bachelor auction to get to, starring me." He smirked gesturing to himself. Alison gave out a light chuckle causing a small smile to pull at Damon's lip. He looped her arm through his and led her outside.
"You're going to buy a ticket right? Try and win a date with me?" Alison shrugged, feigning like she was pondering the option.
"I don't know. Do I really want to win a date with you?" She looked up at him like she really wanted to hear his opinion. Whether she really wanted to or not Damon answered.
"Of course. Getting all this for one night all to yourself is a rare luxury." Alison let out a loud laugh throwing her head back slightly, covering her pink lips with her small hand.
"Okay." Alison rolled her eyes before climbing into the car with Damon.
…
Damon and Alison entered the bachelor auction the latter laughing uncontrollably while Damon gazed down at her with a warm smile. Caroline, Matt, and Elena gave them weird looks as they walked up to the ticket booth.
"Would you like to buy a ticket Alison?" Caroline asked with a smile. Alison opened her mouth to respond but Damon spoke first.
"Of course she would." Damon answered with a smirk holding out the money for the small ticket. Alison rolled her eyes glancing over at Elena and Matt.
"I heard your mom was back," She said to Matt with a strained smile. "Good luck with that."
"Thanks Ali." Matt shook his head chuckling at her expression. Alison turned back to Damon when he held a ticket in his face. She plucked it from his hands before allowing him to lead her over to a table.
"Are they dating?" She perked up her vampire senses when she heard Caroline speak.
"No… yes… maybe… I don't know." Alison smirked slightly at her sister's confused voice, not really caring for their conversation after that. Out of the corner of her eyes she saw Tyler sitting at the bar, his eyes narrowed at the two of them. She sighed turning back to Damon, placing a hand on his arm.
"I'll be right back." He gave small nod and the two went their separate ways. One to go talk to Tyler the other to talk to his mom. As soon as Tyler noticed Alison was making his way over to him he rolled his eyes and went to leave.
"Tyler, wait!" Alison caught his arm keeping him from leaving. She crunched up her face in confusion. "Are you avoiding me?"
"No, I just prefer not to be around you when you're around… him." Tyler gestured to Damon who was of in the corner talking with the sheriff about something. She sighed turning back to Tyler.
"Tyler…"
"One minute you're in my bed then the next you're all over him. I get, paybacks a bitch." He nodded, shrugging, before downing another shot.
"Tyler that's not what that was." She tried to explain but he wasn't having it.
"I honestly don't care anymore." He shrugged off her hand and walked away disappearing into the crowd. Alison groaned in annoyance dropping her head into her hands.
"You look like you could use a drink." She peeked out of her hands to see Stefan standing beside her, ordering a drink for her. She let out a deep breath sitting up and smiling slightly.
"It sucks being a female." She told the Salvatore as she happily accepted the drink. Stefan chuckled slightly, looking down at the counter before glancing back at her.
"You want to talk about it?" He asked gently taking a seat beside her. Alison clicked her tongue allowing herself to fall into the stool.
"I slept with Tyler." Stefan's eyes widened slightly before he masked his shock with confusion.
"Why?" Alison shrugged helplessly and rested her chin in the palm of her hand swirling the contents of her drink around in the small glass cup.
"I don't know. Damon was mad at me which made me upset, then mad at the fact he was and at me for no reason, then frustrated that he wouldn't listen to me. And it all built up and I just… did it." She ended softly, downing the rest of her drink before smiling at Stefan.
"are you okay?" He asked, placing a hand on her thigh gently. She glanced down at his hand then him.
"Um…" She peeked over her shoulder at Damon and smiled slightly as Mrs. Lockwood began to line up the bachelors on the stage. "Yeah, yeah. I mean if it came down to it, I know who I'd choose."
Stefan noticed her glance at his older brother and quickly retracted his hand from her, his brows furrowing slightly as he looked away.
"You should, uh, get out there. The auction's started." Alison smiled one last time at the younger Salvatore before making her way over to the crowd, winking at Damon as she sat down.
When she got there, they were already on the third contestant.
"And what do you do, bachelor number 3?" Mrs Lockwood questioned holding out the small microphone to the older man.
"Yeah, I'm a plumber." He answered with a small embarrassed smile A few laughs came from the crowd but Mrs. Lockwood continued on quickly.
"Well, isn't that wonderful? We could always use more plumbers," She gave a warm smile out to the crowd. "Moving on. Number 4, Alaric Saltzman," She read from the card. "Wow. That's quite a mouthful. What do you do, Alaric?"
"I'm a teacher at mystic falls high." He answered somewhat awkwardly, glancing at Damon when the Salvatore gave him a sarcastic thumbs up.
"Oh, beauty and brains, ladies. This one's a keeper. What do you teach?"
"History." He answered simply.
"History," She repeated. "Oh, well, give us a fun fact about mystic falls, something crazy," Alaric opened his mouth to respond but found himself at a lack for words. "Uh, well He probably saving the best stories for his date
"And last, but not least, Damon Salvatore," Alison bit back a smile when the Salvatore gave her a wink and a subtle thumbs up, but a giggle still escaped. "We don't have much on you."
"Well, I'm tough to fit on a card." Damon answered cockily causing Alison to roll her eyes at him playfully.
"Do you have any hobbies, like to travel?" Mrs. Lockwood asked, seeming more interested in the answer than just to fill up the card.
"Oh, yeah, L.A., New York. Couple of years ago, I was in North Carolina, near the duke campus, actually.
I think-I think Alaric when to school there. Didn't you, rick?" Damon questioned in faux innocence. Alison arched an eyebrow at him curiously.
"Yeah." Alaric nodded looking down at the ground.
"Cause I- I know your wife did. I had a drink with her once. She was-she was a great girl, a lot like your daughter," Damon and Alaric both glanced at Alison who just sat their speechless. "I ever tell you that? cause she was—She was- Delicious."
Out of the corner of her eyes she saw Elena get up and storm out of the Grill, tears in her eyes, Stefan quick to follow. Alison sighed deeply glancing at Damon before chasing after her sister.
"He killed her? Damon was the vampire that killed her?" Alison walked out to hear her sister's voice. She stood just a few steps away from the couple with a frown.
"Elena," She spoke her sister's name softly, both Stefan and Elena turned to see the girl walking closer. "He didn't kill her, he-"
"You knew," Elena whispered cutting her sister off, Alison went to answer but Elena cut her off once more. "Of course you knew, since when has Damon Salvatore never included you in on something?"
"Elena." Stefan placed a hand on her shoulder trying to calm her but she quickly shoved his hand off.
"You're my sister Alison, you should've told me that he killed her. I was feeling sorry for him," Elena pointed to herself before letting her hand drop and slap against her thigh. "Hoping that this whole Katherine thing would change him so I could at least be a little supportive of this little thing you got with him. I'm so stupid."
"He doesn't know about the connection to you. As far as he knows she's my birth mom and I honestly don't care." Alison shrugged trying to get her sister to see that Damon didn't mean to hurt her.
"How can you not care?" Elena nearly shrieked, taking a step forward.
"Because it's in the past 'Lena. He didn't know!" Alison defended, getting just as loud as her little sister had. Elena opened her mouth to respond but then a man caught her eyes. She does a double take and crunches up her face as she stares at him.
"That man," Both Stefan and Alison turn to where she was looking, confused. "I saw that man outside of Trudie's."
"Who?" Alison's nose crunched up in confusion.
"Get back inside. Come on." Stefan began to gently push Elena inside.
"What?" Alison asked, growing even more confused as she followed the couple outside, glancing over at the middle aged man before letting the door shut behind her.
When the three entered Elena accidently ran into the older Salvatore, and Alison knew right away that something was going to happen.
"Whoa, easy there," Damon placed his hands on her shoulders gently to keep her from falling. "Buy a ticket like everyone else."
"Did you enjoy that? Rubbing it in to Alaric Saltzman?" Elena questioned heatedly.
"Elena." Alison tried to pull her sister from Damon, but the brunette only nudged her sister away.
"What?" Damon looked between the two sisters confused.
"Just as I was starting to think that there was something redeemable about you" She sneered. Stefan walked up behind his girlfriend, his brows furrowed in concern.
"Elena." Stefan spoke her name with a shake of his head. Damon looked between the three.
"Am I missing something here?"
"Did I forget to mention earlier, when we were all talking about my birth mom? That one that gave me up? The one that is both mine and Alison's birth mom?" Elena crossed her arms. Alison bit her lip looking away when she saw the realization in Damon's eyes.
"Her name was Isobel," Elena told him even though there was no point, he already knew what was going on. "Go ahead. Reminisce about how you killed her."
"Elena, that's enough." Alison spoke sternly. Elena scoffed, knocking shoulders with Damon as she walked passed him. Stefan and Damon shared a glance before the younger Salvatore followed his girlfriend outside.
…
At the Salvatore Boarding house Alison and Damon were in the living room, as Damon fixed himself a drink.
"I'm sure she'll get over it, self-righteous Elena just assumes she needs to be against everything that is remotely bad. Right?" Alison asked, somewhat frantic gulping down a much need drink.
"I think you need another drink," Damon only shrugged filling her glass for her again, sudden footsteps caught both vampire's attention. "Are you really this stupid?"
Damon and Alison turned to see Alaric standing across form them, a stake in his hands, his eyes narrowed in on Damon. "Guess so."
Damon finished off his drink before flashing over to the history teacher and tossing him across the room causing Alison to cringe. Alaric, although falling heavily onto the ground, got right back up ready to fight.
"Damon, don't hurt him." Alison ordered but the Salvatore only ignored her.
"You gonna put down the stake?" He questioned. Alaric remained in a fighting stance. "Wow, that's courage."
"Where's Isobel? What have you done to my wife?" Alaric demanded, holding his stance strong.
"You want me to tell you I killed her? Would that make you happy? Because I think you know what happened?" Damon asked sarcastically causing Alison to bite her lip.
"I saw you feeding on her?" Alaric responded, the stake in his hands still firmly held out in defense
"Yeah, I did, and I wasn't lying. She was delicious." Damon taunted licking his lips, Alison flashed in front placing her hands on his arms forcing him to look at her
"Stop it." Damon ignored her and continued taunting the man across from him.
"Just like your daughter, did I ever tell you how I fed off her too… then I turned her." Alaric rushed at Damon but Alison quickly shoved him away.
"Stop it." She repeated to both of them sternly, but it was no use.
"Oh come on. What do you think happened?" Damon questioned returning back to the topic of Isobel. "Not an inkling? Never considered the possibility?" Alaric looked up at the Salvatore curiously. "I turned her."
"Why?" Alaric asked returning to his feet.
"She came to me. All pathetic, looking for vampires. There was something about her, something I liked. There was something special." Damon explained, taking taunting steps closer leaving Alison behind him.
"You turned her because you liked her?" Alaric asked in disbelief.
"No, I slept with her because I liked her," Damon scoffed. "I turned her because she begged me to. Yeah, but you knew that too, didn't you? Hmmm. I guess she wasn't happy at home, wasn't happy with life in general, wasn't happy with you,"
The next few moments happened in slow motion. Alaric rushed at Damon again, but this time Damon grabbed the stake from Alaric's hands and jabbed it into his chest, causing the older man to yelp in pain. Alison gasped, her hand flying to cover her mouth in shock.
"Ah, this is a shame. We're kindred spirits, abandoned by the women we love. Unrequited love sucks," Damon removed the stake letting Alaric fall to his feet. "Sounds like I got a lung. Which means I get to sit here and watch you die."
Damon fell into an armchair without a care in the world. Alison looks up at the Salvatore with tears in her eyes before flashing over to Alaric and kneeling beside him.
"No, no, come on," She muttered under breath and bit into her wrist. She took the man's limp head and forced her wrist into his mouth. But it was too late, Alaric didn't budge, didn't take the blood. "What did you do?"
"He had it coming, he was the one who came at me," Damon waved her off taking a swig from his drink. Alison laid his head down gently not being able to stand up from the floor.
"You know what," She heard him speak but refused to look up at him, refused to let him think she actually cared about what he had to say. "Isobel came to me. She found me. And if she's related to Elena, that means she's related to Katherine. Maybe Katherine sent her to me,"
Alison scoffed at his presumptions. The Salvatore looked down at her seeing her staring down at the lifeless man's body and for half a second he felt bad, remorse, guilt.
"Can't be a coincidence Isobel sought me out. Uh-uh. Can't." Damon then got up and left the room leaving Alison to sit there in silence. The fire behind her crackling softly. Suddenly Alaric shot up taking in a deep breath.
"What happened? What's going on?" Alaric asked, panting heavily as he looked around confused. Alison stared at him wide eyed.
"But you- are you in transition?" Alison asked confused as to why he was alive and breathing after he had just been killed.
"No. It's uh, it's something else." Alaric muttered, flexing the finger that held his ring.
"Then how?" Alison asked, not noticing the small gesture.
"Isobel," Alaric breathed out looking down at the ring. That time Alison noticed, and glanced at the large gothic ring curiously. "This ring protected me."
"That's impossible." Alison shook her head, her face crunching in confusion.
"I know." Alaric nodded.